Want to Make You Happy

When Hazel left Kayden's castle, she was as withered as an autumn leaf. Inside the car. Wrapping his arms around her, Regan was gently stroking Hazel's hair. Now, he had completely treated Hazel as a child. In fact, he wished he could keep her in his pocket like a kangaroo. The difference was, it was the mother kangaroo who would carry its cub in its pouch, and he was a human male. Most importantly, Regan was a man with obsessive-compulsive disorder who would take details to the extreme. If it was something he was interested in, he would pay great attention to the details, including the angle and strength, the area of contact with it, etc. For example, even if it was a simple embrace, he would find an angle that could make her feel most comfortable and relaxed. Therefore, Hazel would always feel that lying in his embrace was the most comfortable. "Do you want to eat some more fruit? Grapes? Strawberry? Peaches?" Hazel shook her head, showing that she had no appetite, but Regan insisted